Epiphany on the bus

I have that feeling again.
The feeling that I've had an epiphany.
I now realize that no one in the entire world gives a fucking shit about anyone but themselves.
In an average conversation I avoid talking about myself because I know they don't want to hear it. I ask questions about the select person with whom I am conversing with.
They, minus the occasional specialties, respond quite well to the feeling of another person wanting to know about them.
They speak proudly of themselves or seek pity.
No one notices if I'm truly listening or just staring blankly at them.
I insert a yes, no, or a new question when it seems needed.
No one wants to hear about your life unless they, A) feel it involves them, causing them to feel pity, love, hatred et cetera for you B) They relate to said topic or C) They genuinely care(very rare).

Until next time, Ciao.
Lady Jenn the breeder of the whales